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I just made up a word, and that word is 'breakflunch'

Tuesday was Sarah's birthday, but there was no master plan for the day. She just wanted to do the usual: hit a whole bunch of casinos, do a whole bunch of blow, stay up for three days, then chug bottle after bottle of cough syrup until she could finally sleep.

We picked up monorail tickets (prompting Blaine and I to sing the Monorail Song no less than eighteen times), and went to breakflunch at Mirage. Cravings: not as good as last time we were there. Out from there, we bee-lined down to Wynn for the usual good gambling, decent drink service, and all the Fendi we could afford. (Big negatory on the Fendi.) Colleen and Blaine signed up for Wynn's player's club card, and the deal for new signees is that if you gamble at least fifty bucks on your first visit, you get two free buffets. Something to sneeze at if it's the Imperial Palace buffet, maybe, but Wynn's buffet is of the fancy-pants variety. Two hours later, Colleen was down forty, but Blaine's machine kept regurgitating money, and while he broke even, he'd played sixty bucks worth regardless. That's four free buffets, folks, which otherwise would have cost one hundred and forty dollars. Nice and nice.

That night, we caught Spamalot, which was a good time. I feared that the songs would be ham-fisted and lame, but the songs were actually the best part. If you've seen the movie (and if you've seen in once you've probably seen it eight times), you know the bits too well. And oh man, the people who knew the movie could not shut up about it. Half a theatre away, you could hear people going, "MAN, THIS PART IS AWESOME! IT'S THE KNIGHTS WHO SAY "NI" AND THEY JUST KEEPING SAYING "NI" AND THEY WANT A SHRUBBERY AND OH IT'S JUST SO FUNNY! ME AND MY FRIEND MOSE DID THAT FOR THE HIGH SCHOOL TALENT SHOW. HAVE YOU SEEN LIFE OF BRIAN? NO? WELL, LET ME TELL YOU ALL THE FUNNY BITS FROM THAT ONE..."

Comments

Anonymous said…
Sounds like you needed the help of the suicide squad at the theatre.
Anonymous said…
So, am I to understand that Imperial Palace buffet is good?

Because if it's not, I'm not going to sneeze at it.

:)
Anonymous said…
Also, I'm glad you invented a word that's more efficient than brunch...


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